Chapter 95
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: 29. A Mess (2)
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4.
Karron and his party dove into the battlefield without hesitation.
Uwoooooooh!
Utulla charged at the forefront.
A giant.
Having grown to his maximum size, the giant swung his axe, his body wreathed in a red aura.
CRUNCH.
The giants axe, and his massive feet, relentlessly trampled the monsters.
A few monsters managed to sink their teeth into Utullas calves, but he paid them no mind and continued his charge forward.
Fwoosh!
Black flames poured down from the fortress walls, engulfing Utullas entire body, but not even that black inferno could stop his advance.
Giants were born warriors.
They were a race not granted the miraculous power of mana, but instead possessed a unique racial power called Fighting Aura.
They lived on the battlefield and considered it an honor to die on it.
To Utulla, this place was where he proved his existence.
Slice.
Three knights followed in the path Utulla carved.
CRASH!
Waves of power flowing from their swords swept the monsters away.
The monsters, who had been focused on the elves, were instantly wiped out. Only then did they turn their attention to Karrons group.
Grrrrrrr.
The crazed monsters drooled as they charged.
However, not many of them reached Karron and his party.
Whoosh!
Arrows from the elves, renowned as master archers, unerringly pierced the monsters heads.
A few elves cast quizzical glances toward Karrons group.
But most quickly turned their eyes back to the monsters.
The fact that humans had joined the battle was of no importance to them.
Their goal was to stop the corruption that had begun here, no matter what.
Ill break through! Utulla shouted, his voice even more exhilarated amidst the elves covering fire.
It was already hard to find an uninjured spot on Utullas body.
His upper body was covered in gashes torn by monster claws and burns from magic.
But Utulla charged forward, crying out the name of the god he served.
By Tuhoan!
As Utulla picked up speed, Rion followed close behind.
She plunged her sword into the ground with deep fury.
Die, you bastards!
CRACK!
Sixth Form: Raging Torrent.
A furious vortex erupted from the ground, and the monsters were torn to shreds within her whirlpool.
Though fatigue seemed to drag her body down, Rion was instead smiling, enjoying the situation.
Swish!
Just then, an immense number of bone spears began to fly from the fortress.
Most of them were aimed at Karrons party.
Karron gathered his mana, watching the bone spears fill the sky.
But at that moment.
Karron! You need to save your mana!
Leo suddenly shouted as he raised his own mana.
Wooooong!
The mana flowing from Leos body began to envelop the party.
Sea Wolf Sword Style, Fifth Form: High Tide.
Leos ocean spread out in all directions.
Unlike Karrons relentlessly deadly sea, Leos was calm and deep.
That ocean quietly swallowed the bone spears.
The bones that touched Leos mana melted away, and Karron immediately slapped him on the back.
Youve really grown up, brother!
I feel like Im going to puke, so please stop hitting my back Every time you hit me, I feel like my organs are shaking.
Its because Im proud of you.
Karron smiled fondly at his companions progress.
They were all performing beyond his expectations.
Amidst their companions' fierce fighting, the monsters began to slowly back away.
It seemed as though a path was opening, but
Grooooooan.
A bizarre monster, letting out a strange cry, appeared in their line of sight.
A hideous creation that looked as if it had been stitched together from all sorts of corpses.
A monster that let out an unearthly shriek and spread plague wherever it moved.
It was a Patchwork Golem, something only black mages could create.
The monster, with its hundreds of arms, moved its massive body toward Karron and his group.
Seeing it, Karron immediately shouted to Utulla.
Utulla! Move to the right!
Utulla instantly moved to the right, clearing the way for Karron.
Woooong.
Karron condensed a massive amount of mana into Guillotine. Then, he shot forward with explosive speed.
Kyaaaaaaaaak!
The Patchwork Golem shrieked at Karron, who had broken away from the group. It then tore several corpses from its body and hurled them straight at him.
BOOM!
The corpses flying through the air immediately exploded and shattered.
A cloud of deadly poison burst from them, and flesh laced with plague rained down on Karron.
Every single piece of flesh was a lethal pathogen.
The moment something like that touched you, all the life would be drained from your body.
But Karron just scoffed and swung his sword.
Sizzle.
A sea with a different nature from Leos.
Karrons sea greedily devoured the pieces of flesh.
The plague-ridden flesh vanished without a trace before it could even touch Karrons body.
Seeing this, the Patchwork Golem tried to tear off more corpses to throw, but
Too slow, you bastard.
Karron had already leaped right in front of the Patchwork Golems head.
Riiip.
As he fell, Karron split the Patchwork Golem in two.
Kieeeeeeek!
Even as it was being split apart, a terrible, unearthly shriek echoed out.
Thud.
Karron landed lightly on the ground. He looked at the bisected Patchwork Golem as it collapsed.
If it had been a monster, the attack would have been instantly fatal, but a Patchwork Golem was different.
Gurgle.
As expected of a creature crafted by a black mage, maggots crawling out of the corpses began to repair the Patchwork Golem.
Seriously, the sick hobbies of these black mage bastards.
The easiest method would be to burn it to ashes.
But there were no mages among his companions.
Therefore, he had no choice but to tear it to shreds so that it couldn't even regenerate.
Its inefficient, but
He could just absorb more mana anyway.
Just as Karron, having made his decision, was about to raise his mana
Fwoooosh!
Pure white flames poured down from the sky.
The flames incinerated the remains of the Patchwork Golem, leaving not a single trace behind.
A moment later, a high-toned voice rang in Karrons ears.
I simply cannot understand. Did you humans not abandon this place?
Karron looked up at the speaker.
Between the fortress walls demolished by the spirits.
An elven man riding a white wolf was looking down at Karron.
The elf spoke, not bothering to hide his displeasure.
Leave this place to us elves and retreat from the battlefield. We have no intention of fighting alongside humans.
A resolute tone.
The fact that an elf was speaking the human tongue meant he belonged to the highly educated class.
Karron looked at the elf and laughed in disbelief.
And if I refuse?
In that instant, a spirit of pure white flame appeared behind the elf.
It was a clear threat, as if ready to incinerate Karron at any moment.
In the tense atmosphere, the elf spoke to Karron in a condescending tone.
Do I look like I am asking?
At those words, Karron glared at the elf and replied.
Well, aren't you a piece of work.
With such a delicious meal right in front of him, he had no intention of backing down over a threat like this.
5.
The rest of the party, having caught up to Karron, watched the standoff between him and the elf with tense expressions.
The atmosphere was ominous.
Why were those two confronting each other with the enemy right before them?
Despite the old saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
When you think about it, this whole mess started because of you humans.
The elf no longer bothered to hide his hostility.
His eyes were like he was looking at an insect.
He glared at Karron and said.
The disaster you humans neglected has spread to our forest. Be grateful that we are not holding you accountable right now, human. And if it weren't for the blessing of your kin, the sin of baring your fangs at me would not have been forgiven.
A blessing?
Neria had said something like that too.
It was probably the blessing Poina had placed on him.
Karron casually swung Guillotine and said.
You should be thanking your kinswoman. If it werent for her, I wouldve already cut your tongue out.
Youre insane.
You knew that, and youre still acting this way?
The situation was escalating quickly.
It was a waste of time to be engaging in such a childish war of nerves here.
Hes obviously the commander.
The powerful mana he could feel, and that insufferably arrogant way of speaking.
A commander leading from the front lines was commendable.
The only problem was that this guy was just too much of an elf.
I knew elves were racists. This isn't all that surprising.
Bark all you want, human.
I said I came here to fight with you, you idiot.
We do not need your help. So I am warning you. If you do not wish to leave, then just stand there quietly. Stand and watch what we do.
The elf turned away as if annoyed.
Its a task that doesnt require the likes of you to meddle in anyway.
Karron felt the urge to slice off that pointy ear of his right then and there, but he decided to observe for a moment.
For him to make such a bold declaration, it seemed he had something prepared.
Karron. What in the world is going on?
Leo cautiously asked Karron, who replied in a gruff voice.
I dont know. Hes a jackass whos watching his subordinates die while trying to protect his pride to the end, brother. Dont you grow up to be an adult like that.
They say elves are very old. Maybe thats why?
All elves are condescending old geezers A very plausible hypothesis. Lets ask Lady Poina about it sometime.
At this point, one would think hed look back, but that elf was a stubborn one.
Even as Karron and Leo openly badmouthed him, he steadfastly continued with his task.
Wooooooooong!
A colossal amount of mana could be felt moving, centered on the elfs body.
Te alla sa i krom
The elven language began to flow from the elfs lips.
Hearing it, Guillotine reacted with surprise.
That guys a big shot, Master.
Whats he doing?
Just watch.
It was then.
White flames began to bloom in the air.
Pure white flames, so bright they seemed to blind the eyes just by looking at them.
From within those flames, a being revealed itself.
A massive bird that seemed forged from the flames themselves covered the sky.
In that moment, an overwhelming presence swept across the battlefield.
A spirit?
Rion muttered as if mesmerized, but Karron shook his head.
Thats not a mere spirit, sister.
Even Karron was seeing this for the first time with his own eyes.
Not even the old Empire had a spirit user skilled enough to summon that.
Karron recalled a name he had once read in a book. He muttered in a low voice.
Ifrit.
The Spirit King of Fire.
A transcendent being who governs the flames.
Karron silently watched the back of the elf, now wreathed in white fire.
The Spirit King of Fire was undoubtedly a being that could bring certain victory.
It could probably turn everything to ash with a single flap of its wings.
But a cold sensation trickled down the back of his neck.
This was a black mage who had been building a fortress here for three months.
Could he really have not anticipated a situation like this?
Theres no way.
He must have prepared some kind of countermeasure.
And Karrons premonition
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chain!
proved to be exactly right less than a minute later.
Elves you have always suffered because of that arrogance. It seems this time will be no different.
From all over the fortress of flesh, black chains began to shoot up.